The oak treThe oak tree
Standing tall in the midst of others,
It is said that you're the greatest of all
It is said that you're immortal
I feel your pains, sorrows and doubts
It is said that the love and obsession of an old witch turned you immortal
Is this a blessing or a curse?
Others have left from the world of life to meet hades in tatarus
Shall I compare thee to the Egyptian sun god Ra?
You have lived for centuries but thy beauty has continued to sparkle like the rays of Apollo
I used to know you as a warrior
But you were never a warrior
But in your heart, you were a warrior
I see you as a warrior
You shade others with your luxirious shadow
Your stance, stands like that of achilles
Watching your evergreenish leaves dance to the beat of the wind rhymes the flows in my heart
Oh! oak tree,
I wish I were you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
solid as oak as they say...very nice